If it were just steel wires, they would have snapped countless times during such battles.
Regrettably, Su Lun now had plenty of witch hair in his possession.
Infused with dark spiritual power, it became an elemental substance. This transparent thread was not only undetectable by others but even with obstacles in between, the threads could manipulate the puppets as if pulled by magnetism.
It was just a flick of his fingers, and a space fissure instantly appeared on the bodyguard's neck.
Just as the man seemed to be coming out of his daze, and a fatal crisis loomed, his expression changed drastically. But before he could react, the black space fissure had already silently severed his head.
With a "gurgle," the head fell to the ground.
Watching this scene, a sinister smile spread across Su Lun's lips.
Yet, he did not dare to be careless and with another pull of his fingers, he once again manipulated the detestable living corpses outside.